My Mr. Fvckboy | h.js |

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Y/n's POV

Should I go?

shoot, shoot, shoot.

I mean first, Yeosang is my friend and I don't wanna leave him hanging. But I don't wanna go either.

If I put myself in his position I'd really want him to join.

I hate that I feel empathy.

Me :
sure

What did I do.

This sucks.

I just put myself in a horrible position.

I'm gonna throw myself in a ditch.

why, oh, why.

am I dumb? yes. do I ever think before I do things though? no. is that an even dumber thing to do? yes, yes, yes, yes.

Well now I have to be the best looking in there.

I wear an outfit that isn't too crazy, but not boring.

Yeah I'm definitely gonna be the coolest one there.

"Damn I'm for real gonna get all dressed up for this bullshit I got sucked into" I squeeze my eyes shut before hearing a loud horn.

I flinched. "Well damn"

Yeosang :
im waiting outside
are you deaf

Me :
stfu

I put my phone in my back pocket and leave my room.

"Where are you going?" my mom asks as I zoom passed her.

"Just to hang out with a friend" I smile and leave.

I already asked her before hand, but for some reason she always asks me where I'm going as if she doesn't know 

His car is still honking.

"Oh my god, shut up, I'm here okay" I say sitting in the passenger seat.

"You took too long,"

"It was less than a minute" I furrow my eyebrows.

"But it was still more than a second"

-

We pull up to a house. No loud music, or flashing lights.

Just like a normal house.

We walked up to the front door and before we could even press the doorbell, the door swings open.

A boy stands there. A boy I have never been happy to see.

"Oh hell no, sorry Yeosang I'm out," I try turning around until a hand latches onto my shoulder.

"Noo, don't go, you'll have fun, I promise" Jisung sends a wink towards me.

I look at Yeosang and he's for real about to laugh at me. Petition to not make him my friend anymore.